So I've decided just to group all my Merlin stories together since they're all short, so here we go!Some of them could be related, so you can just make whatever sort of timeline you want, it shouldn't affect anything. So here's the first one!

Also, I'm just at the beginning of season 2, so if something winds up not being totally canon, sorry. Just go with it.

The door opens forcefully and shakes the wall. You know it's Arthur before you even look up. Arthur should look terrible, but he doesn't. He looks normal, except for his eyes, which are blazing with fury and hate. You stand up quickly.

"Arthur, what's the matter with you?" His tunic is slightly off-kilter, you notice.

"Gwen, she's…she's…and Lancelot," he says that with pained disgust. He's figured it out. You take the few steps to the door where he's sitting and sit next to him, but don't touch him. You know what happens to you when you do.

"Arthur," his name is like honey on your lips and you never want to stop saying it, "this is Gwen. I'm sure this doesn't mean anything to her." You try to play the level-headed voice-of-reason, but what you say isn't true. Lancelot does mean something to Gwen, and has since the very first time he came to Camelot. "She loves you," which is true. "Everyone does," this is even truer.

"Do you love me, Merlin?" He's looking at you with those eyes and you can't look away.

"Of course I do. You're my king and my best friend."

"No, Merlin, do you love me?" You knew this would happen eventually.

"Yes. Yes, Arthur, I do," you've said it, out loud. A weight lifts off your shoulders while a knot forms in your stomach because he might not love you back. He looks down and nods absentmindedly.

There is a pause, and hesitation in his voice when he speaks. "Merlin, is what we're doing wrong?"

'No!' you want to scream. 'No because I love you and when I'm with you I don't have to hide. How can that be wrong?' This is what you want to say, but you don't/

"Does it feel wrong?" 'Say no,' you think. 'Please, just say no.' But he doesn't say anything for what might as well be an eternity.

When he finally does speak, it's almost a whisper. "Does this make me as bad as Gwen?"

"Do you love Gwen?" You're the voice of reason again.

"Yes, but it's different. It's not like…us," he glances at you. "It's just different."

"Do you think Gwen's happy with Lancelot?"

"I'm happy when I'm with you," his eyes are vulnerable and they are staring right at you, searching. Searching for a response because he just admitted his feelings for you and he's scared, just like you were. You're throat closes and it's moments like these that you realize just how complimentary you too are.

"Do you think that's how Gwen feels?" You're still trying to be reasonable, but everything has changed. He's not looking at you anymore. He's thinking, really thinking about what you asked.

"Yes," he finally says, "I-I think so." He's looking at you, and he's smiling, just a bit, and your heart melts because you've put that smile on his face.

"Do you feel better now?" it's a loaded question, but he answers almost immediately, and he looks at you with sincerity.

"I always feel better when I'm with you."